"Green Green Grass of Home"

The House

My mother's house was
a place of comfort,
a place of memories,
where I grew up.
Then I put her in
a nursing home.
She didn't remember
her house anymore.

Now my mother's house is mine,
but I don't want to go there.
I try to stay away.
It's not home anymore;
My mother isn't there.
There's only memories of how I failed,
and guilt because I'm not still trying
to make her house her home.

--March 1996
Copyright © 1996-2004 Brenda S. Parris

Mother at back door

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